
whatevs
Mining for copium in the weirdest places.
- Jan 15, 2022
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I have a chronic illness that makes life very small, very slow, quite uncomfortable. It insidiously, drop by drop, makes every day count, but to make me feel less connected to life and more out of place. Not illuminated, just out of place. There's an important difference, of course.
As the years go by these days of misery aggregate in clusters of hopelessness, and despite having no plans and no means, I feel the walls closing in. If you aren't suicidal, but you have nothing to look forward to, what are you? You're someone that will end tragically. Osamu Dazai wrote about this, an intimate knowledge of having all the cards stacked for a tragic ending. You feel it in your bones at some point. Quicksand, water, drowning.
I don't want to die but I'm not living. I'm stuck in a world of bullshitters with a crippling disease and a troubled personality.
As the years go by these days of misery aggregate in clusters of hopelessness, and despite having no plans and no means, I feel the walls closing in. If you aren't suicidal, but you have nothing to look forward to, what are you? You're someone that will end tragically. Osamu Dazai wrote about this, an intimate knowledge of having all the cards stacked for a tragic ending. You feel it in your bones at some point. Quicksand, water, drowning.
I don't want to die but I'm not living. I'm stuck in a world of bullshitters with a crippling disease and a troubled personality.
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